Armed with the weapon which was destined to destroy himself, Imnaz sprang down the ladder, — found the door, and, emerging from the abode of crime, sought a more secure resting place, leaving his hostess to discover, with return of day, in whose blood were imbrued the hands of an hospiticide.
1837, Edward Smallwood, Manuella, the Executioner’s Daughter ; A Story of Madrid, volume II, Richard Bentley, pages 275–276